…or maybe not.
Doppio waits by the phone. Doppio waits for orders. Doppio waits for the boss.
He was never meant to run Passione. He was meant to run errands, do all the things the boss couldn't do. It was easier when he was the one taking care of Diavolo, when his other half planned and plotted, all the things Doppio couldn't do.
Doppio understands who he is a lot better now, but he doesn't understand this. He pretends he does but it's a lie, just like he lies about where he came from and what became of Buccellati's friends. It was easy to take control of Passione because everyone in Naples loved him. And after all, Doppio understands who he is better now. Passione always belonged to him anyway, didn't it? He just didn't know who he was.
So he lies. If he lies and says he knows what he's doing, then maybe someday he'll actually know what he's doing and it won't feel like he's just trying to imitate a dead man.
But even still, Doppio waits.
The phone never rings. The orders never come. He is the boss. And he feels this borrowed body die around him.